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I don't care what they say

"I thought we already were?" Mickey asked, "Ian, what's going on man?"

Ian took a shaky breath, "Everyone knows that we're together but there is no title to us. It's like anyone could come in between us."

Mickey sighed, "Ian, how many times have I told you? We're going steady right? Things are good. Why ruin that?"

"How could putting a title on us ruin it? It would literally just mean we are officially boyfriends. Nothing would change. We love each other so-"

Mickey sighed again interupting whatever Ian was saying, "I'm not having this conversation again, Ian. You know how I feel about it. What we have now is good so why can't we just stick with what we have?"

"I didn't say I want to change what we have, Mickey. I just want us to be official. That's it."

"I don't know why you keep pressuring me, Ian! I love you and you know that, alright? Despite what my friends say I stick with you because I fucking love you. Despite what the god damn town says I stick with you because I love you. Why isn't that enough for you? Why do you always have to try and turn things up a hundred notches?"

"Why the fuck are you getting so out of shape over a damn title that wouldn't change anything? Neither of us see anyone else. We don't want anyone else. What will a title do? How would it change things?"

Mickey ran a hand through his hair before taking out a comb and running it through it again, "I don't get it, Ian. You're obviously not happy with what we have."

"Oh my fucking god. Mickey, you're so stupid! I think all that shit you use on your hair has leaked into your damn brain."

"You know what I have to go, Ian. I can't deal with this shit again, alright?"

He walked out of Ians' house without a kiss and slammed the door behind him leaving Ian to stand there in the kitchen with a broken heart. He sighed and ran a hand down his face. What the hell did he just do?

The days passed and Ian didn't hear a word from Mickey. He didn't bother reaching out to Mickey either because when Mickey wanted to be left alone the best thing to do was to leave him alone. The man always had a knife in his pocket and Ian was afraid one day he'd be on the receiving end of it because Ian knew that he couldn't keep his mouth shut. He knew he was always talking about things that Mickey didn't care for. He couldn't blame Mickey if he never wanted to talk to Ian again but the thought of losing Mickey broke his heart. He didn't care what the world thought about their relationship because it was their relationship. He loved Mickey he just hoped and prayed that Mickey still loved him.

So instead Ian kept his head in his books as he continued to study before he went back to school. He was only going to a college a few minutes away but it was a very hard college to get into. Ian got lucky. When he got accepted Mickey was there to celebrate with him. Hell, he was even there to help Ian study sometimes but Ian was with his friends now.

They all spent time at the library cramming their brains with more information than what was probably necessary. But Ian had always been smart. His brain had always been like a sponge. It often surprised the town when they saw Ian with someone like Mickey. They thought he could do better even if it was with a guy. Mickey always told them to eat shit, die and mind their own business. It was one of the many reasons Ian loved Mickey so much. 

"Gallagher, you have to get that Milkovich kid out of your head. School starts in a couple months and this is more important."

Ian looked up at his friend Andy, "No it isn't. I don't have to go back to college, Andy. I excelled through high school. My IQ is better than all of yours combined. I'm going back to college to make a better life for me and Mickey so we can get out of this shithole."